My Beautiful Canoe

It's not everyday you have to plan where to house your canoe, let alone a 16 foot voyageur canoe. Ever since my Dad died, I think my Mum has seen this canoe as a burden, something she's had to deal with. I'd keep reassuring her that I would make arrangements and plan out what to do. Afterall, it would be I who would be using it in the future. This weekend has been several weeks in the planning, trying to coordinate my Uncle Paul's schedule and mine. Finally, we settled on a date; this weekend. Up until now, the beloved canoe has been sitting in our in-door parking space wrapped up in bubble wrap. And now, it's on it's way to my Uncle's house. Last night Uncle Paul and I headed out to buy the appropriate rope, and we gathered our thoughts. Under Uncle Paul's careful tutelage we brought the canoe out to his car, hoisted it up over the car, and strapped her down well. Once we were finished, I was confident with the results. What was an added bonus to this whole task is that Uncle Paul is so similar to my Dad it was very reminiscent of when Dad and I took the canoe out last time, going on 10 years ago. Now I can look forward to the Spring when Uncle Paul and I will take on the task of stripping the canoe, re-covering, then painting it. I feel a bit of research coming on!